It could have been worse… (Part 2 of 2 of my Writing on “Luck”)

In a city on a pleasant summer’s day, a woman in a multimillion corporate was having the mother of all breakdowns…

Why? Simply because her report was not done. And she would have her arse handed down to her at work that day.

“Relax! It could have been worse!” her friend said.

“You still have an hour to finish it. I’ll help.”

Meanwhile, in another city, another woman was having her arse handed down to her by the bossman.

She’s done a terrible job on her report. Her child was up all night coughing and her husband was away on a business trip. She looked like she hadn’t slept at all!

“Relax! It could have been worse!” her friend said.

“Your husband will be back soon and you can take a much needed vacation.”

Meanwhile in another city, a single mother of two was up all night taking care of her sick child. There was no one else around. She came into work the next day with stains on her shirt and bags under her eyes, no time for any make-up.

“Relax! It could have been worse!” her friend said.

“Your sitter turned up early this morning! Your son is going to be fine.”

Meanwhile in another city, a single mother had just quit her demanding corporate job and was serving her notice. Her children needed her at this point of time.

“Relax… it could have been worse.” Her friend told her.

“You are educated and talented and you have plenty of friends and family to help you during your tough times.”

Meanwhile, in another city, another single mother of was desperately trying to make ends meet. She was constantly between jobs. Her children only got cereal for breakfast these days.

“Relax, it could have been worse” her friends told her.

“Your children know you love them, they get three meals a day and we are there to help you out.”

Meanwhile, in another city, a single mother had to solicit herself to scrape together a meager meal. She was always in fear of losing a roof over her head. The pipes were rusty, the rent was due. Her children were thin, but alive.

“Relax, it could have been much worse” her friends told her.

“Your kids are not spoiled rotten. They know your struggle. They do not complain and they accept their lot in the best of grace. Life never promised to be fair, but you have not given up.”

Meanwhile, in another city, a dying woman was surrounded by her little children and friends. Her hospital room was sparse and minimal but her bed was comfortable, her pillows were not old and lumpy, but the covers were clean. There was love all around her.

“Relax, it could have been much worse” her friends told her.

“You have been around for your children, given them values and love and built them strong. We love them as we love you. They are our own. We will look after them.”

And so, these women closed their eyes for a moment… some for a minute…. some forever…. but they knew…. that things could have been MUCH worse, without love.

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2 thoughts on “It could have been worse… (Part 2 of 2 of my Writing on “Luck”)

  1. http://www.wattpad.com/story/21988274-a-single-daffodil

    This is a story my cousin sister in the 11th grade wrote. Please read this because I think it has something for you 🙂

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    Have you heard of individualism vs collectivism? ( A subject dealt in Ayan Rand’s book – The Fountain Head). That is what we all do so unconsciously.

    A boss who shouts at an employee, never thinks for a second before he shouts, if he/she has a valid reason.

    Like what you wrote above, we all act so individually without any regards to the collective unit (Humans) that we are!

    For all of us, our problems are bigger, we do not care about the one next to us!

    If and only if, we all realise and understand the pain of others without being subjective, the world will be that much a better place! 🙂

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